The following is a log of roleplay from PernMUSH . The World of Pern(tm)' and 'The Dragonriders of Pern(r)' are copyright to Anne McCaffrey (c) l967. This is a recorded online session, by permission of the author but generated on pernMUSH for the benefit of people unable to attend.

10/12/02

Candidate Barracks

This cavern has a rather low ceiling, with many openings for air, since this becomes an abode for a large number of people before every hatching. Every inch of the floor is kept clean, although little of it can be seen due to the many rows of cots that fill most of the space. The central part of the cavern is rather dim, as most of the glows are on the walls. Little decoration is evidenced except for a few personal effects. You wouldn't call it uncomfortable unless the unusually low ceiling for a weyr makes you claustrophobic. On the wall, scrupulously maintained, is a list of Candidates and their assigned chores for the day. Tampering with it is rumored to be an offense punishable by death or latrine duty for the rest of one's life.

The normal ruckus of the barracks is almost constant.

Cheni wanders into the cavern and dumps herself on her cot, barely kicking off her boots in time as her feet hit her blanket. "Shards and shells, they /really/ do mean running errands around here don't they?"

Pwert rolls his shoulders as he follows in behind Cheni. Wincing a bit and starting to rub his small shoulders, he says, "I'd rather be doing that then shoveling black rock. Some of those stone bags way more than me, when they're done, I'm sure!" he says empathetically, "Running errands is easy. It's what I did back home, if I didn't tell you before, Cheni. " He pauses, and looks at her feet, "Any blisters?"

Cheni shakes her head as she lifts her foot to have a look at the sole. "Not a blister anywhere. But you know, I think they are just making me run around a whole lot more because they suspect me of doing something. But they don't got proof." She struggles up to use the wall of the cave as a backrest so she can peer at her feet even more. "No wonder you are so thin, you wear off any food that gets in you before it even reaches your belly. Firestone, but I'm getting muscles, I'm sure in better shape now than when I came here and I was not that bad then."

Ryklin chuckles wryly, and gestures from where he's perched on his cot. "Hey Pwert, Cheni. Did you just get in off your chores?" he grins widely, and makes ready to stow hide and writing implement if necessary.

Pwert's mouth twitches in annoyance, "Alright, Firestone. But they're still stones." he says stubbornly. He nods to Ryklin, then smiles at Cheni, "Want to use some of my numbweed I keep for running a long ways? It'll help 'em make your feet feel better." He winks casually at her, "True enough. That's why I can eat lots of yummy things and not be fat like Tyrini."

Makran emerges from behind the curtain across the entrance.

Cheni giggles mischievously as she catches that twitch. "Numbweed for my feet? I don't think so, nice suggestion though, you just want to see me fall head first onto an aunties lap, that's all. Good thing I am not Tyrini, I can eat just about anything and not worry" She rolls her eyes at Ryklin but spares the pillow toss at him when she sees he is writing. "Over for the day, yes. But the assistant Headwoman wants me to come back for a nice cozy chat - which means another lecture on De ---cor-- um"

Makran steps into the Candidate Barracks, moving along to his cot with his patented bad whistling. He nods to a few of the candidates as he passes them, scratching a small spot on his nose that seems to have appeared over the last couple of days.

Pwert chuckles softly, and leans against the wall himself, carefully avoiding contact with his shoulder, "It's not as strong or thick as regular numbweed, but suit yourself." He thinks a moment, "Say, if we're all off duty - shouldn't we do something?"

The corner of Ryklin's mouth quirks up wryly at Cheni's comment. "To put a mark to the phrase, is it possible m'lady?" and he winks at her teasingly. A hand is freed and lifted in greeting as Makran arrives. "Hey Mak, how goes the afternoon?"

Cheni sticks out her tongue at Ryklin but for once, she doesn't comment on Makran, just wrinkles her nose sympathetically. "If we are all off duty, we -could- go do something, like what?" Her laziness abates at the sound of something new to do. "Any ideas?"

Makran nods to Ryklin, "Quite well," he says, grinning, "The crafter've let me go - said I needed to finish my robes." He looks at Cheni, then Pwert, "How're you three?" He asks.

Ryklin grins and counts off fingers. "Sleep, eat, drink, and be merry." he adds with a grin and a questioning set to his eyebrows.

Pwert's eyes drift over to Makran playfully, and a little grin creeps out, "Well, I've been dying for a game of Lord's Cross . . ." He smiles now, and answers, "Pretty good actually. A bit nervous though, since they're saying the eggs could hatch anytime!"

Corwin emerges from behind the curtain across the entrance.

Ryklin chuckles, and shakes his head. "Oh no, the last time I played you at that Pwert, you fleeced me out of my last gather marks." he doesn't seem too bothered by the loss. Another grin is fired in Corwin's direction. "Hey Corwin, glad you could make the party old man." he quips.

Cheni scowls at the younger candidate. "-Must- you remind me, I am trying to forget that there are eggs and anxious dragons on the sands?" Still peeved, she frowns. "Just what is Lord's cross anyhow? And as I don't have a mark to my name, not even a sixteenth, I'm safe from anything involving betting."

Pwert blinks, appearing confused at Ryklin's remark, "No, no, not Dragon's cross. Lord's cross. That's the one you play with the ball, and the four squares. And one person plays as the Lord, Lady, Steward and headwoman... though we could do weyrleader's cross here."

Makran grins at Ryklin, "Sounds like a good idea," he says, nodding to Pwert. "You're no good at it, Pwert." He says. "Hey, you never told me you play for marks," he says to Pwert, accusingly but grinning. He nods to Corwin as well, "Yeh, party, 'cos tomorrow we could stand...maybe tonight." He grins at Cheni, "Never know, I could lend you one if you want, Cheni."

Corwin quietly enters the barracks and weaves his way through the sea of cots to his own. He settled down on its edge, just eyeing Ryklin as his comment. "Good afternoon to you, too," he says in response.

Cheni rolls her eyes at Makran. "At how high of interest, Bitran? And where can we play, in the inner cavern? Too crowded here, for us to play much in here but a good pillow fight."

Pwert frowns again, scratching his head, "I don't, really. I fleeced him on something else." He smiles again, "The bowl, if we dress warmly, or, we could go to the area in the inner caverns where the children play. They won't mind watching." He says with a smile. He waves over to Corwin, "Hey, want to get in on a game of Lord's cross? You get to throw a ball at everyone!"

Makran shrugs at Cheni, "We'd have to negotiate that." He says, grinning. "A pillow fight? Sounds like a good idea," he says, looking at Ryklin, Pwert and Corwin for a moment, "How about, three on two." He says.

Corwin looks over in Cheni's direction. "Or a snowball fight," he suggests. When he hears Pwert's question, he looks over in his direction. "I'm afraid I've never played that before. I wouldn't want you taking advantage of that." He gives Pwert a little wink.

Pwert's shoulders wilt in disappointment, but he concedes with a nod, "Alright, I guess a pillow fight will work. Makran knows how to play too, though." he states in his defense, "But I'm at a disadvantage, cause I'm short. Can I use two pillows?"

Ryklin returns to scratching on his hides again for a moment, then pauses, looking up with a grin. "OhNo, that's the one I meant. You made a bet on who made the best Lady Holder remember." he says casually to Pwert. It's a good idea though Pwert." he notes, watching the poor lad's disappointment at some of the other responses.

Cheni grins. "How many people does it take to play that ball game? If it's four or under that wouldn’t' work would it, there are at least 5 of us awake right now." She looks around the barracks. "Although some, I wonder if they are still breathing."

Makran grins, "Or a free for all..." He adds after a moments thought, looking around the barracks. He glances at Pwert, "Don't bring me into it." He says, grinning again. "Pillow fight, then?" He asks, picking up a pillow off his cot, ready for action - aiming it obviously at Cheni and grinning broadly.

Pwert snaps his fingers, "That's right! I'd say you made a fair lady holder - too bad you didn't knock out the Lord Holder. Nobody could, not even me! You really did a good job of playing off your part," he says with a grin that suggest he may or may not be telling truth, "You did the showing your legs part really well!"

Ryklin's eyes glitter as he replies almost nonchalantly to Pwert. "You're the one telling the story now." is all he says, shifting and hopping to his feet lightly. "I for one vote a little bit of sun and snow. Anyone else with me on this one?"

Cheni shivers and looks doubtful. "In the sheltered part of the bowl, at least?"

Makran grins, still aiming the cushion at Cheni, "Sun /and/ snow?" He asks, "How does that work?"

Corwin chuckles. "Has anyone been outside today?"

Ryklin nods. "Had beasthold duty this morning."

Cheni shakes her head as she tries to remember the last time she was out. She ducks expertly as the cushion is aimed towards her. "I think .. yesterday, no .. the day before yesterday, I think."

Pwert smiles softly, and gets his precious ball from his trunk of clothing, "Easy. Sun shines, but not hot enough to melt snow. C'mon. Let's go out there, we'll clear off a rock space - we might be lucky to find a place of flat rock, which will already be melted off - and we can play there." Over excited, the little boy shrugs on his jacket, "C'mon, c'mon, hurry! Let's go, go, go!"

Corwin ahs. "I was wondering what that was..." he looks over in Ryklin's direction, crinkling his nose a bit as he tries to hide a smile. "How are you going to get used to the cold if you never go out, Cheni?"

Makran grins at Cheni, deciding to throw the pillow at her anyways, though he doesn't look to see if it hit its target. He nods to Pwert, "You had lots of sweetroots today, Pwert?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

Cheni pulls on her coat and grabs her boots. "More than likely I won't -have- to get used to the cold, Corwin, I'll be back basking in the sun that actually heats your bones in no time flat, trust me." She reaches for her mitts, scarf, hat and shawl, ending up looking like she weighs a good 20 lbs heavier by the time she's done. "Shall me?"

Ryklin stows his things back into his locker, and hauls out a fur-lined jacket, tugging it on and turning up the collar. "Well you must be wondering wrong. I /do/ know where the bathing caverns are." he sighs, wrinkling his own nose in turn at a candidate who's zoned out on his cot exhausted, rather than cleaned up first. He shrugs and grins. "Lets do it." is his final comment.

Cheni chuckles as the pillow whizzes by, missing her completely.

Pwert hops up and down, clutching his ball tightly, not even remembering to do up his coat, or to put on his toque, "Yup! I got 'em from one of the kitchen ladies. She likes it if you're nice to her." He looks disgustedly at Cheni, "What'd'ya need all that stuff for? You're gonna cook with all the fast moving we'll be doing."

Corwin continues to eye Cheni. "You never know," he says before rising and digging out an old riding jacket from his press. He puts it on and takes out a pair of gloves from the pockets.

Makran gets out his heavier jumper, then moves to the door, looking at Cheni, "You just eat the entire serving table, wood and all?" He asks her, grinning. Looking at Pwert, "Yeh, don't do that tomorrow Pwert...or ever again. It gets you hyperactive."

Cheni sticks out her tongue playfully at Corwin. Not that he can see it under her scarf. She ignores Pwert as she flounces out. Makran gets a snort.

Central Bowl

A stony field is the center of this great caldera, the size of which is unmatched at any other Weyr--for the whole complement of all the wings at Telgar could rest comfortably within its towering cliffs. Shaped in a perfect oval, the rock walls seem ideal for keeping the usual chill winds stirring about. The ground is mostly made of pebbles and rocks, some hued the milky shades of old quartz, though there are patches where softer dirt and even trees sprout up from the ground. To the south, the bowl opens onto the living caverns and the Weyrleaders' quarters; the immense entrance to the Hatching Grounds lies to the northwest. Heading southwest will lead one back out into the rocky mountain ranges around Telgar's protective walls. Dragons may be seen, relaxing or fresh from feeding, to the north, as well as the soft lapping sounds of Telgar's lake touching the sandy shore. The Weyrling Barracks, always aflutter with activity, are to the direct west. If you're looking for the 'dutypair' to take you to an outweyr destination, they can be found here. The training grounds and the meadow are both covered with a blanket of pure white snow, though it is trodden down in dragon-wide paths where the dragons move.

The winter air is freezing against you. The cloud cover increases until the sky is mostly cloudy.

Makran shivers slightly as he steps out into the cold, "So, snowballs?" He asks, grinning.

Ryklin chuckles. "The game ought to warm you up. Mind if I sit out the first round while you explain the rules to 'em Pwert?"

Cheni jumps up and down on her toes. "So what's the game." Says she through chattering teeth.

Corwin is tugging on his gloves as he takes a look around the bowl. "Yeah, what is the game you were talking about?"

Makran grins at Ryklin then glances around, looking at Cheni, "You're still cold, wearing all that?" He asks.

Makran is saved from a glare as he probably can't see it behind the scarf around Cheni's face. Her muffled voice complains. "Colder than *between* and lasts longer."

Pwert stretches a bit, and shivers, "It is a bit cold today..." he searches, finding the flat rock spot -warmed enough by the sun to not hold snow, and waves everyone over, "Alright everyone, listen up. Ryklin's sitting first round out. I'll be Lord Holder, It's too bad you're sitting out, Ryklin, you would've made a great - Hey! I know, I'll be Weyrleader, Cheni, you be Weyrwoman. Makran, you're Weyrsecond, and Corwin, you're gonna start off as weyrwoman." He pauses a moment, fixing his gloves, "Now, I stand here," he moves to his square, "Cheni, you're beside me. Corwin's in front of me, and Makran's beside her." He pauses again, and grins, "Basically, you bounce the ball into the square of your opponent. They catch it, they stay in, they don't, they're out. Rank doesn't matter. When someone drops out, the people under rank move up, and the person out comes in. So, we'll go Weyrleader-Weyrwoman-Weyrsecond-weyrwoman for today. Pretend the ball is thread and your hands are your dragon's flames. Catch the thread!" he nods significantly, bemused with his out creativity, "Now, of course, while playing, you gotta act like the rank. Girl's gotta play like boys - to be fair, Weyrsecond's gonna be a male role, just for today, too. Guys have to play like girls when they're the girls. This doesn't mean they play worse, the just - act girly." he smiles again, and tilts his head asking, "Questions?"

Makran nods to Cheni, smiling then nodding to Pwert, "So, it's Blue Pwerteth the Weyrleader's Dragon?" He asks, grinning, but then shaking his head, "No, no questions from me, Sir."

Pwert shakes his head at Makran, "Acting Weyrleader I guess, until someone earns it. And it's blue Pwerth!"

Cheni blinks and flutters her lashes. "Weyrwoman?" She peers around the bowl. "Won't get into trouble will I? I mean, I almost got cau..." She smiles sweetly and nods. "I understand, sounds like fun." Bouncing on her toes, she waits in the position she was directed to head.

Corwin frown a bit. "Do I really have to be a weyrwoman?"

Pwert grins at Corwin, "To start, yes. Just got to get someone else out, and then you won't be.

Corwin tries to put on a really huffy look. "But I don't want to mess up my hair."

Makran laughs at Corwin, "Y'know...it's hard to tell if that's really him or an impression of a weyrwoman." He says.

On the sidelines, ready to cheer them all on, Ryklin rolls his eyes, but sits there grinning his head off as well.

Cheni sniffs haughtily and graciously adjusts her woolen skirts. "Shall we begin?" She arches an eyebrow rather snootily. "I have much to do, rather than be with you lowly lots." She giggles behind her scarf.

Makran smiles at Cheni, "Aye, Weyrwoman." He says, winking then glancing around. "So I just throw the ball at you, Pwert?" He asks.

Corwin hrumphs at Makran. He tries his best to do a girly voice. "You're right, Cheni. If it weren't for us doing all the work around here, they'd starve and run around with holes in their clothes."

Pwert grins a Makran, then becomes serious, "Our situation is dire. Thread made it past the ranks, Weyrwoman Corwin caught it." he gives her the ball, and winks, "You get first throw." he whispers.

Makran stifles a laugh, "Aye, weyr/woman/ Corwin." He says, "You're too good to us, y'know." He says, rolling his eyes.

Cheni smiles patronizingly at Corwin. "Do hurry dear, you are way behind on your hidework. I do have to get your report in on how many tubers Tyrini ate in one meal. Don't forget to mention how thinly each tuber was peeled."

Corwin gives Makran a little smirk. "You only *wish* I were that good to you." He gives his head a little toss to the side as he gives the ball a little throw towards Makran's feet.

Makran grins and swoops down to catch the ball, "Yeh," he says sarcastically, his fingertips just get under the ball, curling up so that it goes into his palm. He looks at Pwert for a moment, before tossing it carelessly in the boy’s direction.

Corwin shakes a finger at the 'Weyrsecond'. "Sloppy," 'she' comments. "I think someone needs more drills."

Pwert grabs it with no difficulty at al, "Weyrsecond, you need to aim you flame better than that. I won't tolerate carelessness in /my/ Weyr!" Angrily, or at least pretending be so, he tosses the ball into Cheni's square.

Makran laughs at Pwert, "Sure you won't, shortie." He says, then shrugs at Corwin, "Of coarse, Ma'am." He says.

Cheni tries to catch the ball but as she can't -bend- in her outfit it's a hopeless cause. She tips over to her left, unable to bend at the waist in her many layers of clothing and the ball bounces to the right. She continues to tip right over, landing in a snowdrift on the side of the cleared area. Muffled helpless laughter is about all anyone can make out.

No watchers in this room.

Makran laughs at Cheni, "Need a hand, Cheni?" He asks after a moment, grinning broadly.

Pwert shakes his head as his 'Weyrwoman' falls over, "Oh dear. Someone get Weyrwoman Makrana up here now. Weyrwoman Cheni's out for threadscore. Oh, and make sure Corwina gets up her for Weyrsecond duty. Also, we need we need weyrwoman Ryklina to take a gap in the queen's wing. You've have your orders, now move!" Pwert roars, though his voice nearly cracks with the high-pitched-ness of his roar.

Corwin does his best to give a girly shriek. "No! Our Weyrwoman scored!" He moves over from his square to check on Cheni. "Are you alright?" However, he scoops up a handful of snow. "Here. Let me apply this bandage."

Ryklin can't help but chuckle himself as he makes his way quickly over to Cheni's side. "Need a hand there?" he adds and then somehow manages to 'flounce' over to the square he's been assigned to. "Oh noooo, she's hurt bad." comes the falsetto voice from the great hulking candidate.

Makran grins and steps towards Cheni, offering her his arm. He looks at Pwert, frowning slightly, taking some snow in his hand and throwing it towards the candidates’ head, then turning back to Cheni.

Cheni dissolves into giggles at Pwert's voice, her attempts at getting up from her snow pile thwarted by his last high-pitched break in his orders. She does allow herself to be pulled up and dusts herself off. "It's only a slight scoring, I'll be fine." She eyes the snow in Corwin's hand warily. "Honestly." Watching Ryklin flounce, she calls out. "More hip motion, there."

Corwin gives a slow now as he watches Cheni. He lets the snow fall from his hand before moving back to his square.

Ryklin grits out. "If I flaunt my hips any more honey my legs will fall off." sweetly falsetto as he fights the urge not to clench his teeth at the remark. He pretends to lock and load his flamethrower, and bats his eyelashes waiting for the new 'orders' from the Weyrleader.

Pwert grabs the ball, and throws it to Ryklina, "You start off, as you're the newest member of our Weyr." He doesn't seem to welcoming do, "Don't get threadscored, or you're out for this fall, too." He turns around and eyes everyone else significantly, "Stock up your dragons and let's /go/!"

Ryklin mocks a look of horror. "Scored, oh no, oh no." is the comment as the ball flies from 'her' fingers in Corwin’s direction obliquely.

Makran steps into place, not bothering doing the feminine thing just for everyone to laugh at him.

Cheni smirks behind her scarf. "You call that flaunting? You need lessons, my dear. You look more like you got a dislocated hip or carrying a babe on your hip as you walk. Flaunting first, babe later." Jumping up and down on her toes to stay warm, snow flies off her, a large clump that clung to her hat falling at her feet.

Corwin is looking in Ryklina's direction since he's adding. "Yeah. We've already lost our Weyrwoman." He skids, but manages to catch the ball. After he's back up and ready, he bounces the ball really hard so it'll fly up high in Pwert's square.

Makran grins at Cheni and nods, "Sure, Cheni." He says, rolling his eyes and looking between Pwert, Ryklin, Corwin and Cheni.

Pwert misses the ball with a groan, and leaves, parking his last order, as though he's been threadscores, weakly reaching up skyward, "Get Acting Weyrleader Makran up here now! After all," still talking, it seems, in that wounded voice, "He makes a lousy Weyrwoman." He then tumbles dramatically out of his square, leaving it open for everyone to get in.

Ryklin smiles back at Cheni, and struts his stuff. The effect is kinda stilted, and makes him look like he's walking on those special platform boots that the tannercraft are putting out this turn. A hand falls down to rest 'just so' elegantly against his hip, and he swings his flamethrower nozzle around in a spin. "Careful 'Win, you nearly let that clump by you." is the sickly sweet voice that follows.. And then grins with relief as Pwert falls "You can't let yourself worry about your Weyrwoman too much when you're leading the fall."

Makran rolls his eyes, stepping into Pwert's square, looking at Corwin, "Don't expect anything," he says, grinning slightly then nodding to Cheni.

The winter air is freezing against you. The cloud cover increases until the sky is mostly cloudy.

Cheni tsks as she notices Pwert going down for the count. "And he was such a brave, noble, lecherous Weyrleader too, so sad to see him go. And in such a way." Stepping out of character, she asks, confused. "So who am I now?" Her eyes widen and she bursts out into giggles. "You win, Ryklina, you have the stuff, strut it to the best of your ability." She gives a low wolf whistle, all the while waiting for Pwert to tell her who she is now."

Ryklin is back into his regular casual stance as he slips into the Weyrsecond spot. . well weyrwoman Cheni, I understand you have the next throw."

Pwert nods at Cheni as he stands up, bouncing up and down to stay warm, "You're weyrwoman now, Cheni." He tries to mimic that whistle noise, yet no sound comes out. "Get 'em Firelizard!"

Makran nods to Cheni, winking to her, "Aye, me favourite weyrwoman." He says, grinning and putting on a strange accent.

Cheni grabs the ball as best she can. "Only weyrwoman? Oh yes, I retired, didn't I, I forget things now and again. My.." Her voice lowers to a older woman's tone. "We played this when I was young, and we had to walk ten miles there and twelve miles back, carrying a load of firestone on our backs as we did" In t he middle of her monologue, Makran catches her off guard and she splutters, letting the ball go with a hard bounce into Ryklin's court. "Get'em Firelizard?"

Ryklin catches the thing easily, and sends it winging in Makran's direction with a little bit more force than intended. "Watch that clump Weyrleader, it's coming in rather erratic."

Pwert chuckles as he watches, "Be fast as a firelizard, you know - err." he trails off, and blushes deeply.

Makran grins and just watches the ball go past him. "Oh no." He says slowly, mockingly, "I guess I'm hit." He adds, grinning.

Cheni looks at Pwert, quizzically, even more so now as the blush appears, but keeps in character. "Working too hard, I'll have to have a word with your Weyrleader about that, Makran, that lad of yours needs rest.." She laughs as he goes down. "Tsk, dreadful pity." She moves along the square to her next spot.

Corwin stops, putting his hands on his hips. "Does that mean that Makran doesn't want to play?" He frowns a bit.

Ryklin moves into the next square easily, and shakes his head. "The things we do." is muttered before he announces. "Well now Corwin, you're in command, take the wings up to meet the threat."

Makran grins and nods, walking out of his square, "Yeh, it is." He says, looking at Corwin and grinning, "Now, it means your Weyrleader now, Corwin." He says.

Pwert brushes himself off, and starts walking on his tippy-toes. The blush now suits his roll, and his voice becomes higher than normal, "Oh my, oh my! My first day in the Queen's Wing with Pwerath! I do hope the upper ranks do a good job catching thread today . . " he glances over at Corwin, and shrugs like his normal self, "He's always like that." He then turns back, eyeing the thread bravely, but fear showing through.

Cheni chuckles. "He's hit, he can't play well, he really didn't try to catch it, you are quite right" She frowns as that sinks in. "It's more fun to play Makran, honest." In a stage whisper to Pwerta, she asks covertly. "Who am I again? Weyrsecond?"

Corwin looks around at the others. In a lowered voice he calls out. "Wings, for up. V formation and get ready to meet the thread." He looks around to see who has the 'thread'.

Pwert whispers back, "I think so." To Corwin, "Yes sir! Let's hurry up a burn all that nasty thread so I can meat up with Bronzerider J'ret - Oops." He goes red again, "Did I say that out loud?"

Makran smiles at Cheni and grins, "Nah, I think I'm gonna get a wash..." He says, "Maybe try and get my hatching robe white instead of grey, See you lot later." He adds, moving towards the Weyr Entrance.

Ryklin nods thoughtfully, and then slips back into his designated role. ""Welcome to the Queen's wing Pwerta." he says, emphasizing the name. ""We have an important job to do up here you know, ." Shi" and he braces himself to move under the other wings and catch the straggling threads.

Cheni shivers as snow melts and goes down her back. "I'm not going to last much longer out here." She bounces on her toes. "Do you want me to do extra drills with the lazy Drifting Snow Wing?" She calls back as Makran heads off. "About time you bathed!"

Makran laughs at Pwert then calls out to Cheni, "Yeh, want to join me?" Before carrying on his way.

Corwin eyes Cheni and shakes a finger at her. "More conditioning and drills for you."

Makran should be burning up by now by the flaming glare Cheni sends his way with a sniff. "For me?" She looks back to Corwin, genuinely shocked. "But sir, I can carry five sacks of firestone on my pinky."

Makran grins at Cheni, "That's a no then, ah well." He says, before stepping inside.

Ryklin chuckles. "I think he likes you dear." is the matronly voice he puts on for Cheni's benefit. "You could do worse you know."

Corwin gives a quick nod. "Yes, you." He looks around and notes that no one has retrieved the ball yet. "Maybe we should move inside?"

Pwert scratches his head, and whispers faintly while clasping his hands over his heart, "Oh my, such is love! Will J'ret ever be so kind to me?"

Alonna walks out into the bowl.

Cheni shivers at Ryklina's comment more than she does the cold. "That's just sick. Utterly sick. Perhaps a trip to the mindhealers might clear your brain." She nods. "Please, can we go in?" She rolls her eyes at Pwert. "J'ret? You could do better than that, couldn't you?"

Catching Pwert's last comment she blinks at him several times. (Alonna)

Alonna blinks several more times, this time because of the light and sits..still staring with one eyebrow raised at Pwert.

Corwin steps out of his square and over towards Cheni. "Well, you were wondering about corruption in the weyrs. I'm sure a Bitran could certainly corrupt you." He lets out a little laugh before stepping away. "Yes. I think we should head in."

Ryklin chuckles. "Yeah, in this drag, I think you're right." he shivers himself. "Okay, well I'm for a decent mug of klah then, anyone else with me on that one?"

Alonna mouths the word 'corruption' and looks over at Cheni for an explanation. She hates it when she enters into the middle of a conversation! Alonna brightens up at the mention of Klah...

Cheni blushes and flusters at Corwin's comment, not bothering to explain to Alonna but in a manly tone of voice, she calls out. "Right then, you Weyrwomen go ahead, I'll watch the rear flank to make sure you are all safe." She waggles her brows roguishly. "Off we you, lets see sound wriggle there."

Alonna blinks once more, the bursts out laughing at Cheni's little act!

And you can make your own interpretations on whether Ryk was shivering from cold, or disgust. A couple of steps and the man is blowing into his hands to keep them warm, as he chuckles at Corwin's sly comment. "The poor lad would be devastated if he got his hopes raised and shattered though." he notes, waiting for the girls to head in first.

Corwin waits for a moment before he gives what he thinks is the 'All Clear' signal. "Wings, let's head home. Good fall," he bellows.

Cheni drops out of character as a wind comes blowing across, sending a drift of snow her way and scurries inside to the living cavern.

Telgar Weyr's Living Cavern

This huge cavern is sufficiently roomy to hold a large portion of the Weyr's population without feeling cramped. There's always a bustle of activity here. Fragrant dishes are constantly in preparation for mealtimes: currently for the evening meal. Drudges are always present, either cleaning under Pierron's watchful eye, or helping fetch and carry. A myriad of glowbaskets and many ever-lit hearths make the cavern warm and inviting despite its size. The scents of cooking meats, baking breads and pastries, and the pungent aroma of spices hang mouthwateringly in the air. It is little wonder that those seeking to relax nearly always find their way here to do it. Branches of evergreens and glistening winter berries are ornaments of the season.

A short tunnel jaunts northward out to the bowl and the merry sounds of cooking, chores, and laughter echo from the kitchen at the southeast end of the cavern near the easterly passage to the rest of the lower caverns. Within the lower caverns is an entrance to the infirmary weyr to care for injured dragons and riders.

Ryklin waves, and goes to put the ball away first, before coming back for the klah.

Alonna zones in on the serving table and makes a b-line for the food.

Cheni shakes snow off her coat, hat and mitts before dropping them on a chair and stomps hard to get the snow off her boots before heading to the warmth of the klah pot. "That was fun." She shoots Alonna a glance to see if she's figured things out yet. "Good for Pwert to think of it."

Corwin walks in carrying the ball they were using in the game. He raises the ball to indicate it's what he's speaking of. "I'm going to put this in the barracks." Then Corwin weaves his way through the caverns.

Alonna piles her plate with cornbread and cookies, she grabs a bowl of hot broccoli cheese soup and balances it on her plate. looking over her shoulder at Cheni she gives the other candidate a sort of bemused look. "It..ah look interesting!"

Cheni just grabs a mug of klah and walks back to join Alonna. "Didn't know it took three people to take a ball back to the barracks. I think they are up to no good, but don't quote me on it." Settling in he chair, she brushes her hair off her face. "Well, it was, I think all of our nerves are on edge, wondering when the eggs will hatch. I can't sit still for longer than a half a candlemark, I think I'm getting as bad as Pwert."

Alonna shakes her head walking towards a table and setting her food down. "You think it bad for you, I sleep in the galleries.. or rather I try to sleep!"

Cheni blinks, taken aback. "Do you have permission to do that? Yashira has told me that we have to be in our assigned cots at night, I thought when I passed your cot it was empty. What's up with that?"

Alonna pauses blowing on a spoonful of her soup. "I got permission from the Wingsecond a while ago, he said if the barracks are to loud at night I could just sleep in there. But this close to the hatching...maybe I should just stay on my cot.." Alonna grins at Cheni eating her spoonful.

Cheni quirks a brow. "Which Wingsecond was that?" She taps the side of her mug nervously then hops up to grab a few fingerroots to gnaw at. "I just stuff cotton in my ears and sleep fine."

Alonna blinks at Cheni "You know, I don't remember.. he just introduced himself as a Wingsecond. You stuff cotton in your ears?" Alonna laughs "That must look and feel funny!"

Cheni shrugs. "Under my long hair, no one notices and it works, My sister snores and I share a bed with her at Braddle." She shakes her head, wonderingly. "You don't get lonely out in the galleries all by yourself? I wouldn't like it at all." Crunch! "So do you got your robe done?"

Alonna pauses for a moment. "Yes, I did get my robe done ..a little while ago. I don't get lonely in the galleries because most of the time that I am in there I am sleeping, when I am awake...well I come bug you!" Alonna tosses a small bit of cookie at Cheni's head with a grin.

Cheni frowns as the cookie lodges in a curl and she shakes it out. "Hey!" She pouts. "What did I do to deserve that? And I'd stick around the barracks, Yashira is an utter grouchy person lately, even more so than usual. I've only seen her smile once in all the months I've been there and it gave me nightmares for a sevenday."

Alonna sticks her tongue out in answer to the first question, then nods. "I guess I'll stay on my cot then...you REALY saw her smile? When was that?!"

Cheni's cheeks pinken slightly. "Umm, well, it was a while back." She waves a hand vaguely. "So what chores did you have today?"

Alonna sighs dramatically "I cleaned out stalls in the stables....you?"

Cheni takes another bite of finger root and once it's gone, she bounces to her feet. "I must be heading off myself. Just remembered, this sweet little Auntie, Portiana, she promised to braid my hair in a new way, and she's got some sweetmeats that are scrumptious. See you around? I was doing duties, running errands."





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